You were always one of a kind,
A cowgirl in a man's world,
You never listened to
"No you can't"
As you went off with
You bell and your rope,
Now all I can say is
Ride Alyssa ride,
Take that 8 second bull
And ride across
The clear blue sky,
Hold on tight
And don't look back,
Ride Alyssa Ride,
I always knew you'd
Be one of the greats,
And now you're up against
Lane Frost himself
At that rodeo in the sky,
And all I can say is
Ride Alyssa ride
Ride Alyssa Ride
Posted by
Holly Elizabeth-Jean
Sep 7, 2009
Labels: Grief
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